Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair.

Chapter 270 The Troublemaking Goblin

After returning to his wizard tower, Henry briefly dealt with his unfinished experiments and then began to plan.

The restaurant he wanted to choose was one he often went to. Both the food and service were first-class in Carolina. More importantly, he knew the owner. Whenever Henry went there, the owner would serve him a delicacy that other guests at other tables would never have the chance to taste.

Sometimes it was steak, sometimes it was offal, and occasionally there would be snacks like brains. Of course, the reason why Henry could eat these was not only because he was a regular customer, but also because these ingredients were produced in his laboratory.

Occasionally, his experiments would leave some scraps due to failure or other problems, and Henry Robertson was one of the suppliers of ingredients for that restaurant. Therefore, in return, he could also enjoy special treatment there.

Other guests would sometimes be jealous of the exquisite food on the Necromancer's table and ask the restaurant owner to serve them a plate, even willing to pay any price. Whenever this happened, the owner would smile and invite him into his kitchen to watch the whole cooking process - of course, no one would see those greedy diners again afterwards.

Henry showed a disdainful smile: relying on their long-standing friendship, he was confident that he could convince the boss to stand on his side. If the group of outsiders really had any unrealistic intentions towards him, the thugs and a large number of undead creatures hidden in the kitchen would be enough to make them retreat.

Otherwise, it won’t be long before you “taste” their courage.

What does the flesh of a vampire look like? Henry's mouth subconsciously secreted a large amount of saliva, and his stomach and intestines also moved unconsciously.

It seems like it's time to have a good meal first, and we can talk about other things later...

The necromancer did not let Ron and his companions wait too long. Three days later, a letter with the scent of perfume was delivered to Ron's door. It was signed by the magician Henry Robertson, who sincerely invited the lord of the Delusion Land and his guards to dine together at the "Baka Restaurant" the next afternoon.

"A letter from that scum?" Sylvia and Victoria had just returned from going out. As the vampire wizard walked in, his brows were tightly locked.

"He used this often before?" Ron raised the envelope in his hand. "It must be said that this guy is quite useful. At least this perfume is a good choice."

"Which one is this from Rose City? I can buy some next time."

"This isn't made in Rose City," Constance, who was sinking her whole body into the soft sofa, said with her nose flaring and her brows furrowed. "The spices used in it are very unconventional. No store in Rose City would use these things."

"And there are some in there..."

"Animal fat?" Sylvia interrupted and sneered, "But the source is not just 'animal'."

"…Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Ron's hand trembled, and as he threw the letter out, he instantly shot out a flaming arrow that burned it to ashes: "Are all necromancers so perverted?!"

"I don't know about the others, but the old guy said, where should you guys go for dinner? Let me guess, 'Baca'?"

"Where have you been?"

"It's a place he often goes to," the vampire's eyes showed a little bit of nostalgia, but more of hatred, "I... go there occasionally. You know, my diet is different from that of normal people." "Henry would send his failed products to Baka's Restaurant, and when I was tortured by him and was covered in scars, I would sneak over to 'purchase'."

"In short, if you are not interested in the special food there, I suggest you don't eat anything there, and it's best not to drink any alcohol - there is a reason why there are so many repeat customers there."

"It looks like they are prepared..." Victoria stroked her chin, "There are also several Orthodox churches in Carolina City. Why don't we inform the church and take this opportunity to take them down?"

"They have been here for so many years, so they must have many eyes and ears. It would be bad to alert them rashly," Ron waved his hand. "Especially the clergy. They are not short of money, nor do they seek fame. It is not easy to bribe them."

"It's a pity that we are a little old, otherwise if we bring it to their doorstep, they would definitely be happy to help." Quest said with a smile.

Ron rolled his eyes and said, "Aren't you a doppelganger? Since you suggested it, I'll just send you over later."

"Then be careful with them. Don't go back on your word after pulling up your pants." Hendricks' butler, Strider, who was also nearby, shook his head in disapproval. "Carolina is not the Rose City. You can't expect them to keep their promises."

"But I have found some people these days who may be able to help Miss Constance - and Lord Ron."

Facing the gazes of the crowd, the halfling butler said calmly: "If you want to expand the market and sell goods in a place, you can't just focus on the people at the top. Those at the bottom are also worthy of attention."

"I have been investigating for my master in Carolina these days, and I have made some acquaintances with a group of people. Although most of them are ordinary people, they all have some skills, so it might be worthwhile to make use of them..."

Strider cleared his throat. "And if I'm right, Mr. Daniel and the eldest son of the Faber family have also made some progress. The necromancer is certainly on guard and has woven a spider web for Lord Ron to jump into. But if the web we weave is bigger and more complicated than his, what can he do?"

After listening to Strider's words, Ron became more and more certain that this old butler was definitely not as simple as he seemed, so he immediately pulled him into the plan. At the same time, Ivy also brought Daniel and Leah, and Carlos also found his eldest brother.

As everyone went their separate ways after making up their minds, a dense net targeting the Necromancer was slowly spread out without the other party's knowledge.

"I will attend the meeting with you tomorrow," Sylvia said after the meeting. She walked up to Ron and glanced at Ivy. "After all, we are nominally going to the banquet, so heavy armor and tower shields are of no use."

"Besides, the food there must be prepared before eating. I can eat it without you having to take risks."

Outside the battlefield, Ivy would find it difficult to protect Ron. Although Quest was experienced, it was difficult for him to take care of all aspects.

"And me!" Driver jumped onto the table, "Don't worry, is there anything wrong with the food there? Just leave it all to me, there's no need for you to come!"

"You--" Sylvia was suddenly choked. She almost forgot about this guy!

What are you doing here to cause trouble?!

(End of this chapter)